[Comprehensive Yingmei] I'm already a useless dragon

In the dark alley, there is a layer of greasy liquid mixed with something on the ground, exuding a strange and indescribable smell, so that any healthy person's nose will not want to bear it for a second to distinguish What kind of smell is that.

Flies buzzed and flew over the alley in groups, forming a small black cloud over the top. What was even more strange was that there was a faint smell of alcohol wafting from the depths of the alley.

Outside the alley is a bustling street. People passing by are in a hurry. Some of them are well-dressed with shopping bags of different sizes in their hands, and some are holding beautiful bags and holding the hands of their lovers. Smiles brimming with sunshine—they don't know, and they can't see what kind of things are nourished in the dark side of this prosperous street, and of course, they don't care.

Next to the red public phone booth, a handsome black-haired man in a suit stood expressionlessly, with the mobile phone in his right hand lightly pressed to his ear, listening to the situation report, his eyes casually swept across the building opposite However, there was no emotion left in the light blue eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

It wasn't until the other side confirmed to him whether he wanted to take up this task that he let out a short "hmm" before the operator over there pulled out of the illusion that he was talking to himself, and he let out a long sigh of relief, the tone finally Up a little with pleasure: "Well, good luck, Mr. Arman."

The man hung up the phone silently. His appearance had attracted the attention of many passing ladies. However, the cloudy expression on the man's face and the inexplicably sinking air pressure around him became the factors that prevented them from coming forward.

Before he could walk to his destination, the phone vibrated again without warning, reminding him of a new incoming call.

He spread his palm and glanced at the jumping note name, pressed the answer button, and brought it to his ear again. At the same time, he walked towards the largest shopping mall in front of him.

"What?" After the call was connected, he asked in a casual tone.

The person on the opposite side didn’t know what they were talking about just now, and the laughter still hadn’t stopped in the future, as if surprised that the phone was connected so quickly, he paused before speaking, letting the rising emotions in his voice fall back to the ground one after another, Only then replied:

"Hmm... a new mission was issued recently. Someone is illegally selling dragon eggs and young dragons in the underground market. Have you seen it?"

Ivan walked into the shopping mall, glanced at the resplendently decorated jewelry stores on the first floor, and after listening to the information he provided, he asked another question:

"Are you in England now?"

The person on the other end of the phone didn't expect him to focus on this, he was stunned for a moment, and then he spoke a lot slower for some reason, as if he was considering his own words: "Because, recently, Cedric just happened to be hired by the Ministry of Magic. , I was very free at first, so I came here to help him celebrate..."

"It just so happens that you are here too, or I can do a mission with you along the way." After stopping the conversation, the voice added something mysteriously.

The dusty marks in Ivan's eyes were finally untied, and he showed a somewhat humane smile, as if he was still worried that the other party was not cramped enough, he added casually:

"I'm in the UK 360 days a year, why didn't I see you so active before?"

The voice from the receiver choked for a moment, and he heard him stabbing again without any haste: "Looking at our friendship for so many years, do you want me to give you some advice?"

"Ivan, in view of our friendship for so many years, I suggest you shut up." Across the phone, the black-haired man could also imagine the smile on his face at the moment, and the look of his mother in his heart.He happily walked around the first floor, but didn't find what he wanted, so he walked through the door without hesitation.

When he was about to reach the door, he replied without hesitation: "No, you can't beat me anyway."

Edward: "..." It almost exploded on the spot.

How did this bad-tempered guy find a partner?Is the other party blind!

"As for the task——" Ivan turned the topic back to the original place while his friend was speechless, his eyes wandered quickly around the street, and he turned familiarly to a place with few people.

"I just picked it up. But for you, I think it's more important to find someone. What do you think?"

I feel like our friendship can be broken right now.

Edward could barely hold a smile on his face, so that Cedric, who was talking to other people not far away, subconsciously looked at him and silently asked him what was going on.

The corners of his lips subconsciously curled up in a gentle arc, his eyes were curved, and the eyelashes weakened the light in his eyes so much that all the emotions and unspeakable contents contained therein were diluted into the most ordinary gentleness.

Malfoy Manor.

Layers of defensive spells cover this place invisible, avoiding the disturbance of Muggles and others, and also invisible many dangers.

Suddenly, there was a slight 'crack' sound in the air, and then out of nowhere, a man dressed in excellent clothes and appearance appeared out of nowhere, stepped on his leather shoes lightly, passed through the barrier, and walked towards the manor.

The house elf, who was busy pruning the branches and leaves into a new shape, poked out a head from the top of the high fence, revealing the back of the head bowed to the end, the pair of round eyes were completely invisible, only a respectful voice The appellation pops up:

"Master Ivan."

The man glanced in its direction unaccustomed to it, and was about to tell it to continue doing its own thing, but when he raised his head, he caught the 'new' shape on the top of the hedge, so that he walked forward. They all subconsciously stopped.

He stood on the spot, raised his head slightly, looked at the strange unfinished product on the top, and asked with a complicated expression after a long while: "Draco...is he interested in garden art recently?"

Obviously, he couldn't convince himself with these words, because judging from the half-trimmed shape above, it was obvious that the young master was in a very bad mood, so he made such a fuss.

——It is a picture of an animal waving its wings being hit by a mallet.

And the house elf in front of him is working very hard to make the animal look like Ivan transformed into a dragon. He can tell from the round head the size of a pumpkin, and four columnar ice cream eggshells that seem to be upside down. of.

Sure enough, he left the shopping center too early just now.

Ivan took another complicated look at the flying shape that seemed to be too fat to fly, pinched his nose in his heart and pretended not to recognize him, and left quickly from the spot, walking quickly to the first floor of the manor building go.

Since he graduated from Hogwarts, he didn't have time to choose any institution in the wizarding world. Instead, he was approached by S.H.I.E.L.D. over and over again.

He repeatedly stated that they are really scarce talents, and that it is not an easy job to create files for superpowers all over the world. He also mentioned a clue-the dragon slayer he had contacted in Ilvermorny a few years ago, the family Unexpectedly, a colleague joined Hydra, and aroused a strong curiosity about the mysterious dragon clan, and really wanted to arrest him and bring him into the organization to study this matter.

This organization has sprouted in various places since Ivan was not a dragon. After so many years of exploration and struggle by S.H.I.E.L.D., it has not perished, but has a tendency to start a prairie fire——

Just when he wanted to refuse indifferently, there was a runaway incident of magical creatures in London. In the end, the investigation results of the Ministry of Magic found that this kind of smuggling incident was not the only one. These magical creatures were all smuggled to America's.

In addition, it seems that several suspects were found behind this organization. Draco, who was an intern at the Ministry of Magic with his father at the time, mentioned it casually. The tickets are strikingly similar.

The final result is that he is registered in the newly established S.H.I.E.L.D. branch in the UK, and every month he chooses one of the missions that the department organizes and investigates at any time to complete——

If it weren't for the fact that his monthly salary was much higher than that of the police in London, and he also had occasional opportunities to stretch his muscles, he would definitely stay far away from this completely unreliable organization.

But maybe it's because Britain is not the base camp. Hydra's power here is like a few duckweeds. Mediation of neighborhood conflicts, helping to find lost cats and dogs like easy errands.

That is to say, this month has suddenly become a bit busy, and a small matter that he originally planned to complete in up to three days has been delayed for a full week, and he has been escorted to Estonia before he finally has time to come back.

As a result, I checked the intranet on the way, only to find out that there were ups and downs and ups and downs. These daring smugglers dared to come to his site to sell dragon eggs as if they had taken too much euphoria.

Walking to the door, the scene on the side of the hall was reflected in Ivan's line of sight - it made him instantly clear all the thoughts in his mind before.

The light blond man in home clothes was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, his laziness and carelessness could be heard from a long distance away, and Ivan could even smell the faint scent of aromatherapy on his body, yes A bit lingering woody aroma.

The man who read the newspaper didn't turn over a page for a long time, and found that the man came back but didn't come in for a long time, couldn't help but groaned softly, without raising his head, he choked on the words with the gun and stick:

"What? Do you want me to invite you in when you get home?"

Ivan: "..." Sure enough, not returning home on time is simply a death notice for a man.

The unkind cold air on his body seemed to be burnt out by the raging fire in the living room fireplace just at the door of Malfoy Manor, and he walked straight to the sofa.

Wearing a straight suit on his body should have drawn out his sharp and cold aura, but now it seems that the tailoring lines everywhere have been pulled away, and all the cut lines are suddenly merged. The softness became curved, and the aura that was restrained to an almost gentle level made one wonder whether his coldness a second ago was an illusion.

But regardless of his changes, Draco just didn't turn his eyes to him, pretending to be addicted to the newspaper, but the shaking sound when turning the pages seemed to be drawing people out of thin air.

In the end, the man didn't mind his intentional ignorance, he poked him straight, and threw the next sentence loudly and clearly:

"I was wrong."

Draco was so scared that the newspaper fell on his lap.

Draco: "..."

Although everything was the effect he wanted, why did he feel that something was wrong with this scene?

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Draco: I haven't seen you for a few days, and you can bend and stretch again, big brother.

Ivan: ... In order to coax my wife, it should be.